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Aotian's gaze continuously scrutinized Niu Geng. In Aotian's mind, Niu Geng appeared extremely mysterious, especially with his Bloodline; it seemed that Niu Geng had an extraordinary background.
However, from this matter, Aotian had already faintly confirmed one thing.
That is, Niu Geng had not cultivated Mystical Energy, so he could not sense any Mystical Energy fluctuations from him. Nevertheless, Aotian did not underestimate Niu Geng because of this.
Even if Niu Geng had not cultivated Mystical Energy, his physical body was terrifyingly strong. Especially with that peculiar Bloodline of his, if the two were to truly fight for their lives, Aotian was not entirely confident he could defeat him.
Soon after, Aotian and Niu Geng fell back into quiet cultivation. It seemed that after provoking the cold wind, Niu Geng also felt a hint of trepidation and would not recklessly confront the cold wind unless absolutely necessary.
Time passed continuously, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had gone by.
Suddenly, Aotian slowly opened his tightly shut eyes, a flash of unwillingness and regret passing through them.
During these ten days, Aotian had completely absorbed the effects of the Mysterious Ice Ointment, but his physical body remained stuck at the peak of the first transformation stage and had not broken through to the later stage. This naturally left Aotian feeling somewhat unwilling and regretful.
Of course, although Aotian's physical body had not completely broken through, it had increased in strength by at least several times compared to before entering the Ice Tower. Aotian was confident that his current physical strength alone was enough to rival high-level Innate Martial Artists.
As for Aotian's Soul Power and Transformation Technique, there had been no substantial increase. However, this was quite normal; during these ten days, Aotian had focused on refining his body, which naturally meant that his soul cultivation and martial arts training had lagged behind—this was unavoidable.
As time passed, Aotian began to feel anxious. After all, in just over two months, he would be facing off against Mo Gang. If he could not improve his strength in the shortest time possible, fighting Mo Gang would undoubtedly be akin to seeking death.
Recalling this matter made Aotian think of the Twinleaf Grass he had seen in the Trading Hall. If he consumed that Twinleaf Grass, then facing Mo Gang head-on would likely not pose much of a problem.
However, thinking about the two hundred thousand Contribution Points required left Aotian feeling powerless.
"Soul cultivation and martial arts cultivation cannot break through in a short time; it seems I can only rely on external pressure to enhance my physical strength..." Aotian murmured with his head lowered. If one were to observe closely, they would notice a flicker of madness in Aotian's eyes.
Aotian's physical body had reached a small bottleneck as well; however, he now wanted to use external pressure to break through this bottleneck.
Although this idea was good, it usually came with great risks. If one were not careful, they might not only fail to break through but could even collapse under the pressure.
In the Dragon God World, many sought to break through their bottlenecks by leveraging external pressure; however, those who truly succeeded were likely very few—most perished under external pressures instead.
Aotian slowly raised his head and fixed a serious yet crazed gaze on the raging cold wind not far away.
In these ten days, Aotian had already become accustomed to the icy power of the third level of the Ice Tower. Therefore, simply staying here to endure the stimulation of the cold power would likely have little effect.
Thus, the pressure of the cold power was not enough for Aotian. Consequently, he naturally set his sights on that terrifying cold wind.
The raging cold wind was filled with a terrifying tearing force. This tearing force would make even the mysterious Niu Geng appear quite flustered if he encountered it. To Aotian, this was undoubtedly the best pressure provided by the outside world.
"Aotian, do you want to go into that cold wind?" Niu Geng seemed to sense Aotian's intentions and immediately walked over to him.
Aotian did not hide anything and nodded, saying, "I feel that my physical body has hit a bottleneck, so I want to use the tearing force in the cold wind to help me break through this bottleneck."
Niu Geng scratched his head and glanced nervously at the raging cold wind not far away, saying, "Aotian, the energy in that cold wind is too violent; you should think twice before going in. You might encounter unpredictable dangers."
Aotian sighed and replied, "In more than two months, I have a major battle with Mo Gang from the Mo Clan, so I must strengthen my power in the shortest time possible. Right now, I am facing bottlenecks in various aspects, so I can only rely on external forces to break through."
Niu Geng was slightly taken aback and then said with a grin, "Aotian, even if you want to break through, you can't disregard your own safety. Otherwise, just don't show up in two months; I'll help you deal with that Mo Gang guy."
Aotian was startled and fixed his gaze on Niu Geng. Clearly, Niu Geng's words stirred up a storm in Aotian's heart.
After all, Mo Gang was ranked fourth on the Inner Courtyard Rankings. As a student of Xuantian Academy, Aotian had certainly heard of Mo Gang's reputation.
However, Niu Geng claimed he could drive away Mo Gang; this naturally left Aotian astonished.
"Forget it; it's better if I handle my own matters. If I let someone else step in for me, what right do I have to stand in the academy? So please don’t say that again, Niu Geng," Aotian said after staring at Niu Geng for a long time and then waved his hand.
Niu Geng was slightly stunned but then smiled and said, "Aotian's temperament really suits me. Alright then, be careful. If you encounter danger, just call out; I'll definitely come in and pull you out."
Feeling somewhat touched by Niu Geng's words, Aotian clasped his fists in thanks and then walked towards the raging cold wind.
As the cold wind drew closer, Aotian could increasingly feel the terrifying tearing force contained within it, and his expression grew unusually serious.
Aotian knew that although he wanted to use the pressure of the cold wind to break through, the process was extremely dangerous. If he was not careful, failing to break through could easily result in being torn to pieces by the cold wind. Therefore, he had no choice but to treat this matter with utmost caution.
The nearer he got to the raging cold wind, the more uneasy Aotian felt. He had thought about backing out more than once, but when he remembered that Mo Gang from the Mo Clan was waiting for him ahead, he forcibly suppressed his negative emotions.
Suddenly, Aotian seemed to sense a beautiful illusion appearing within the cold wind, gazing at him with a gentle expression.
"Mother..." Aotian murmured excitedly as he looked at that illusion.
Thinking of his mother made Aotian's resolve even stronger.
"If I can't even get past a small gust of cold wind, how can I talk about saving my mother? That Liu Canxin is from the Liu Clan and is clearly here to kill me. If I don't strengthen my power, how can I withstand him? So, for this challenge, I can only move forward and not retreat!"
Aotian shouted hoarsely.
In an instant, his body seemed to be filled with endless strength as he shot toward the raging cold wind. As Aotian surged forward, the beautiful illusion in the cold wind slowly faded away...
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